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Jonas Ackerly : Musician ([info]mynameisjonas) wrote in [info]valesco,
Jonas smirked, lopsided, as she blankly stared at him. It was good to know that she was just as dumbstruck as him. He didn't feel as silly, that way. Being a romantic optimist, Jonas did believe in Love at First Sight, but he wasn't sure if this could be classified as such. He didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was absolutely nutter for this woman and he'd felt as though he was dying himself as he watched her fade before slowly recovering.

His chest ached whenever she was in his vicinity, and it ached even more so, now. Jonas had nearly lost her, without her knowing that he had anything to lose. He couldn't allow that to happen, again; he wouldn't allow that to happen, again. Still, he had to get a handle on reality. Telling a girl he loved her -- when all he knew was her name, her smile, her scent, and her touch -- was just plain crazy.

Jonas chuckled when Kobe rubbed against him. He felt his body flushing and let his hands drift to crossover behind her back, holding her waist with his strong forearms. Following her orders, he grabbed at her bottom lip with his mouth and grinned into a deep kiss. His breath was held shallow by her weight pressed up against his chest. He was becoming aroused and aroused wasn't a good state to be in whilst pinned against a door by a woman he barely knew.

Well, okay, her being a woman he barely knew wasn't his biggest concern. Jonas had his own fair share of skeletons in the closet, but he didn't want to screw this up. Kobe meant more to him than some random bird at a club.

"Mmme," Jonas murmured, dragging his lips from her mouth to a spot on her jaw beneath her ear. "Couch?," he prompted in a suggestive whisper. One of his hands snaked up fist in her hair and he dragged his teeth over his swollen bottom lip. "Bed?," he continued before suddenly remembering why he was there. "Piano?"

Jonas drew back to drop his head to the door; his eyelids had gone heavy over his warm brown eyes. "You pick, love."


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